I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The next morning.

Fang Ping appeared at the entrance of the third floor of Jubaoge Inn, holding a nanmu box in his hands.

The box contained a storage bag containing 150 million spirit stones.

"Young Master Zheng."

Fang Ping adopted a very humble attitude: "Elder Qin means that this money will be delivered on time every day from now on, so you don't need to make the trip in person."

Zheng Yifei took the box, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it to Li Jianfeng behind him.

"Alright, I'll give Elder Qin some face."

Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take his leave when he remembered something.

"Furthermore... Elder Qin would like to ask the young master a question."

"ask."

"How long does the young master intend to take it? Is there a... deadline?"

Fang Ping carefully considered his words: "If you have any conditions that would allow us to end this situation sooner, we can sit down and talk."

Zheng Yifei's eyes lit up.

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

"the term?"

Zheng Yifei shifted his position in the chair, crossing his legs: "I originally planned to take three months."

Fang Ping's face paled. Three months, 13.5 billion.

"But I'm a reasonable person."

Zheng Yifei changed the subject: "If the Xuantian Sect can meet one condition, I will only take it for one month and then stop. One month, 4.5 billion, and after that I will never set foot in the Mirage again."

"What are the conditions?"

Fang Ping pressed for an answer.

Zheng Yifei did not answer immediately. He stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The sky outside looked strange.

Deep within the heavens, the flow of spiritual energy was changing extremely slowly. This change was so subtle that most cultivators could not even perceive it. However, for Zheng Yifei, who cultivated all five elements and whose five senses were abnormally acute, this change had been going on for several days.

The spiritual energy is converging towards the inner mountain of the Xuantian Sect.

The strange phenomenon above Tianmo City was exactly the same as before Ouyang Tian broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, except that it was not very obvious and ordinary people could not detect it.

Zheng Yifei withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Fang Ping.

"Is your sect leader, Murong Hao, currently in seclusion in the back mountains?"

Fang Ping's pupils suddenly contracted, not understanding what it meant.

Zheng Yifei held up two fingers and shook them: "When Murong Hao breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will form a Spiritual Wind Eye. I want ten spots to enter the Spiritual Wind Eye."

Fang Ping was stunned.

What is the Spirit Wind Eye? He had never even heard of this concept.

"this……"

"Of course you can't make that decision."

Zheng Yifei waved his hand: "Go back and tell Qin Cang that he can make the decision. Give me an answer within three days. After three days, the conditions will double. I want twenty spots."

Fang Ping, filled with confusion, quickly left Jubaoge.

He didn't understand what the Spirit Wind Eye meant, but he could see the certainty in Zheng Yifei's eyes when he made the offer. It wasn't a probing question with an exorbitant price; it was a precise strike after careful consideration.

Two hours later.

Qingfeng Cliff, Qin Cang's study.

Fang Ping repeated Zheng Yifei's words verbatim.

The study remained quiet for a long time.

Zeng Feng stood aside, watching Qin Cang's expression change from calm to astonishment, from astonishment to gloom, and finally to a cold, almost ferocious smile.

"How did he know?"

Qin Cang's voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost as if he were talking to himself.

The news that Murong Hao was about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage during his seclusion was a top-secret information of the Xuantian Sect.

No more than five people in the entire sect knew about this, and all of them were core elders at the late Nascent Soul stage or above.

The news was kept completely under wraps, and even ordinary elders within the sect were unaware of it.

But Zheng Yifei found out.

wrong.

Qin Cang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Zheng Yifei might not have known this through intelligence.

Before Ouyang Tian broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, a strange phenomenon of spiritual energy appeared in the sky above Tianmo City. This phenomenon was almost imperceptible to ordinary cultivators, but if Zheng Yifei's perception was sharp enough...

It is indeed possible that he could deduce from the changes in celestial phenomena that Murong Hao was attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Elder."

Zeng Feng tentatively asked, "The Spirit Wind Eye... what is that?"

Qin Cang did not answer his question, but stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the window.

Spiritual Eye.

When the Divine Transformation Tribulation descends, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of tens of thousands of miles will be absorbed and gathered by the tribulation, forming an area with an inconceivably high concentration of spiritual energy.

Cultivating within that area is equivalent to meditating in the spiritual vein center of a mid-level realm, with an efficiency more than fifty times that of the normal environment in the Southern Wilderness.

When Ouyang Tian broke through last time, Zheng Yifei and his buddies must have jumped directly from the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage using the Spirit Wind Eye.

If we let him in again this time...

A chill ran down Qin Cang's spine.

Zheng Yifei is currently in the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Having entered the Spirit Wind Eye, with his abnormally powerful Five Elements Mutual Generation Physique, breaking through to the late-Nascent Soul stage is almost a certainty. If he's even luckier, he might even directly reach the peak of the late-Nascent Soul stage.

A Nascent Soul cultivator in his early thirties, with a Nascent Soul stage cultivator standing behind him.

It directly threatened his life.

"no."

Qin Cang turned around, his voice cold and hard as iron: "Tell him that he can take as many spirit stones as he wants, I'll accept 4.5 billion a month, but there won't be a single spot for the Spirit Wind Eye."

Zeng Feng hesitated for a moment: "Elder, what if he refuses to stop because of this?"

"Then let him keep winning."

Qin Cang sat back in his armchair, his hands folded on his knees: "Spirit stones can be earned back, but allowing Zheng Yifei's cultivation to advance another level would be truly raising a tiger to cause trouble. Giving him spirit stones today is like cutting off a piece of flesh to stop the bleeding, while giving him a spot in the Spirit Wind Eye is like handing a knife to him."

Furthermore, Ouyang Tian will soon be leaving the Southern Wilderness Region. Once he's too far away, his clone will weaken, and that will be the time for us to ambush and kill Zheng Yifei.

Qin Cang raised his head, his gaze passing through the study window to the faint vortex of spiritual energy deep in the sky.

"Pass on my order. Starting today, a total martial law will be imposed within a radius of 300 li around the inner mountain. Bring over the three sub-arrays of the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation to completely seal off the area that the Spirit Wind Eye may cover before the tribulation of lightning descends."

His gaze darkened.

"This Spirit Wind Eye is the foundation for the rise of my Xuantian Sect. All 150 spots are reserved for our own people. Not even a fly is allowed to get in."

Zeng Feng clasped his hands in acceptance of the order, then turned and strode away.

The study fell silent again.

Qin Cang sat alone in the light and shadow of the lamp, his fingers unconsciously stroking the carvings on the armrest of the chair.

Four and a half billion spirit stones to exchange for Zheng Yifei's entanglement? He accepted it.

But the Spirit Wind Eye...

That was the bargaining chip for the Xuan Tian Sect to confront the Tian Mo Sect head-on after Murong Hao broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

One hundred and fifty slots for the Spirit Wind Eye mean that one hundred and fifty cultivators have the opportunity to break through to a higher realm.

This is a strategic resource that can directly reshape the power structure of the Southern Wilderness.

Give Zheng Yifei ten?

Qin Cang sneered.

dream.

three days later.

Jubaoge Inn.

Fang Ping reappeared at the entrance to the third floor. This time, he did not bring the nanmu box, but only Qin Cang's original words.

"Elder Qin said he agreed to all the spirit stone conditions: 4.5 billion per month, with no delays. But the number of spots in the Spirit Wind Eye..."

Fang Ping paused and glanced at Zheng Yifei.

"I'm sorry, I cannot comply."

Zheng Yifei leaned back in his chair, toying with a spirit stone in his hand, his expression unchanged.

He had expected this answer.

If it were him, he wouldn't agree either.

The value of the Spirit Wind Eye far exceeds that of spirit stones; it is a non-renewable resource that directly enhances the sect's combat power.

No matter how frustrated Qin Cang was, he would never admit it on this matter.

"OK."

Zheng Yifei tossed the spirit stone up and caught it again, saying casually, "Then let's stick to the original rules: one month, 4.5 billion, I'll leave when it's due."

Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief and took his leave.

Zheng Yifei watched Fang Ping's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, and the indifferent expression on his face slowly faded.

Su Wanqing stepped out of the shadows beside her and looked at him.

"You never expected him to agree in the first place."

Zheng Yifei turned his head and smiled at her.

"Qin Cang's refusal doesn't mean I can't get in."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the increasingly obvious vortex of spiritual energy on the distant horizon.